And this will be another week! Where do they come from? I can’t say, but I bet they have come a long long way. Not one of them is like another. Don’t ask us why, go ask your mother.
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Hey, remember this one? Well I don’t so I am posting a picture of it to remind myself.
I don’t know whether to feel vindicated or offended.
I have always strived for NOBROW.
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The California Raisins sez:
Esteemed philosopher M. Manson once argued that “We’re all stars now–in the Dope Show”. And while the Dope Show suggested by Professor Manson was almost certainly intended to refer to a superficially glamorous, drug-fueled world associated with sudden but often short-lived rise to fame in the entertainment industry, I could never help but to imagine it as a literal show, for dopes, by dopes–of the more general sort, of course. Specifically, I tended to think of a scene from a Terminator parody episode of Eek! the Cat, featuring (in the context of a future world where dogs were enslaved and forced to perform in circus acts) a dumb-looking cartoon dog wearing a conical hat and ruff, and juggling (in that impossible circular pattern frequently depicted in cartoons) several small spheres while balancing on a much larger sphere. Now, one may object that this act does not deserve to be in the Dope Show, requiring as it does a great deal of skill and coordination, but I tend to think the inherent dopiness of such a sight tends to more than make up for this.
In other news, I seem to have a vague recollection of once seeing something in the style of the image above, but consisting of a large series of smaller images arranged in such a way as to suggest a sort of narrative. But I’m probably misremembering things.
Preflubmrinkt sez:
I never had any idea what that song was about and now that I think of it I never much wondered, either. Now I am just as likely to associate it with its intended meaning as the one you provided, my having learned them both within moments of each other.
I once drew a picture of a television set exhibiting a “dope show:” just a smiling dope with the words “the dope show” written above it. Immediately I amended the word CANCELED over the center just to be safe. In the second scene the top end of the television hinges open and a hand reaches out to toss the little tv-sized dope into a conveniently waiting garbage can. Ah, the good old days! The show might not have been canceled if the dope could juggle, but thankfully it couldn’t.
A visual narrative? That burned down 40 years ago!